Immortal Immortal

"One last reminder."

"The range of the monster's perception is half a meter. Once one of the sword ghosts behaves strangely, all the sword ghosts within half a meter will immediately riot."

Seeing that Lu Yuan was planning to leave, Li Mo quickly asked: "Elder Lu Yuan, how can I obtain the inheritance of the techniques of the Void Refining Stage?"

Lu Yuan stopped and glanced at Li Mo with subtle eyes.

In his impression, it had not been long since Luo Yang brought Li Mo to the Great Sun Sword Tomb. At that time, he should have been at the perfect level of cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage.

Now it won't be long before Li Mo will be promoted to the Tiangong stage.

Lu Yuan's tone softened slightly, "Taiji, the skills of the Void Stage are not preserved by sword cultivators. They are all hidden in the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs."

"When you reach the completion of the distraction period, Luo Yang will naturally arrange for you to go to the center of the sword tomb to learn the techniques of the void period."

Li Mo said no more, and immediately realized that he would not be too optimistic about his promotion to the Void Refining Stage.

The Great Sun Sword Tomb represents the yang attribute technique. His Buddhist magical body involves both yin and yang attributes, and it is impossible to break through the external dharma body separately.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. Maybe we can get a few more skills and let the Taoism deduce the content of the virtual refining period on its own."

Li Mo also wanted to inquire about exchanging cow stomach resources, but Lu Yuan had already walked away.

The city fell into silence.

None of the sword cultivators who came to the Sword Tomb had any intention of taking the risk. After all, in the fantasy realm, everyone could be at war, and the danger was far beyond imagination.

The death of one mortal would cause tens of thousands of sword ghosts to lose control.

"But it's so easy to lose control, so why can the tomb still maintain order? The Great Sun Sword Tomb would have turned into a hell on earth long ago."

Li Mo couldn't help but guess.

"Perhaps the Graveyard Sword Tomb is constantly falling. When recruiting disciples, you may have to face countless sword ghosts."

Li Mo's expression was extremely solemn, but there was no good way to deal with it at the moment.

According to Lu Yuan, they shouldn't have to leave graves and sword mounds for a long time, but the uncertainty is still extraordinary.

Fortunately, the location of the courtyard chosen by Lu Yuan was very clever, and there were relatively few sword ghosts.

As night fell, only the old man's painful wails could be heard one after another, in stark contrast to the downtown area with high lanterns.

The alleys were filled with an indescribable rancid stench.

Rodents crawled around corners.

There is a high probability that the mouse itself is also a corpse in the grave. However, due to its natural deformity, the consciousness of the corpse is extremely weak, so it turns into an animal without intelligence in the illusion.

The twenty-eight sword tombs all have unique and orderly rules, which are completely different from the current world.

For Li Mo, no matter what the environment is, it is a good place for cultivation. He has gained something after just a few hours of setting foot in the graveyard and sword tomb.

On the surface of the symbiotic dharma body, there are twisted and dark lines that are intertwined with each other.

The ghost subordinate takes advantage of the sword intention [Broken Soul].

Li Mo stood in front of the window, a gray mist-like sword energy emerging from his fingertips.

His Cave God's Dharma Eyes paid attention to the distribution of spiritual energy in the graveyard sword tomb, and found that the spiritual energy in it was indeed not as pure as the Great Sun Sword Tomb.

"Sixty percent is Yin spiritual energy, 30% is ghost spiritual energy, and the remaining spiritual energy is composed of poison, blood, and water attributes."

Li Mo's eyes flickered.

If nothing unexpected happens, as long as we obtain the Taoist inheritance of the Graveyard Sword Tomb, we will definitely be able to deduce Guihu's main technique, and even Zhulong's main technique can be solved at the same time.

Among the seven tattooed beasts, only Ghost Tiger and Zhulong still have ethereal power. Perhaps the failure of the Great Wilderness Immortal Body to transform into mortals has something to do with the tattooed beasts.

Li Mo looked at the streets and alleys. After the spiritual root worm blessed the cave god's eyes, he could occasionally glimpse the truth of the illusion and see countless corpses.

The Grave Mound Sword Tomb is a large mass grave.

"There are at least more than a million corpses. If it can be included in the small world of Corpse Mountain, the spirit root worm may not be promoted to a spiritual treasure immediately..."

Li Mo suppressed his distracting thoughts.

Even Lu Yuan, who was in the virtual refining stage, had to disguise himself as a scalper. This shows the danger of the graves and sword tombs, so he should try to be restrained before he can figure out the reality.

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a rapid cough in the courtyard next door. Li Mo couldn't help but look up and saw blood slowly seeping out of the cracks in the wall.

An old woman stood in front of the window with difficulty.

She stretched out her arms and waved to Li Mo.

The old woman looked to be over a hundred years old. Her skin was like stacked leather, covered with spots of corpse. She tilted her head and smiled miserably.

His lips trembled, as if he was trying his best to endure the hunger in his head.

Li Mo squinted his eyes, and bits of cancer cells scattered.

"The body in this world is about to decay, and the lifespan of the consciousness is approaching. Why do you feel that it will turn into a strange thing? The grave is so damn evil."

Distortion acts upon itself.

Li Mo grinned from ear to ear, his beastly nature spread out, and then he opened his bloody mouth, with countless fangs and sharp teeth that looked extremely horrifying.

He smiled at the old woman, and the appetite bursting out of his erect eyes seemed to be real.

The old woman's expression was extremely stiff, her figure gradually retreated into the darkness of the room, and her rapid coughing stopped abruptly.

"Jiejiejie..."

"Bullying the weak is afraid of the strong, right?"

Li Mo suppressed the distortion, returned his body to its normal appearance, and then made simple arrangements for the courtyard to prevent danger from coming unknowingly.

In the following days, he focused on the Tuqin Golden Pill.

By the way, I was distracted in refining magic weapons in the small world of Corpse Mountain. Regardless of the quality, they were all used as nutrients for the elixir tree.

Planting of Dan trees is not done by a handful, after all, there are too many residents in the 600,000 Corpse Mountain.

The resources Li Mo hoarded could only breed tens of thousands of elixir trees. There was a long way to go before the small world of Corpse Mountain was filled with elixir trees.

Tuqin Jindan's cultivation progressed faster than expected. It can almost be described as a thousand miles a day. The pill cauldron was absorbing spiritual energy like crazy.

Dharmakaya can also use the natural saint to replenish the Tuqin Golden Elixir.

half year later.

Li Mo was successfully promoted to the elixir condensation stage, and the Tuqin Golden elixir once again had the thought of swallowing the power of the medicine, and it looked like a seed that was about to take root and sprout.

He brought the Qi Ying into the small world of Corpse Mountain and refined the corpses infected with magnetism.

The Tuqin Golden Pill actually absorbed the medicinal power of five thousand residents before it returned to calm and produced densely packed small Golden Pills.

At the same time, Li Mo noticed that the Tuqin Golden Pill had cracked slightly.

Seeing this, Li Mo became even more certain that the alchemy weapon could be combined into one, but the way of fusion might be different from other external Dharmakayas.

"kindness?"

Li Mo opened his eyes and saw the old woman next door banging her head against the wall.

The old woman seemed to be aware of Li Mo's prying eyes, and her movements softened, but not long after, she couldn't hold back and tortured herself again.

Blood mixed with brain matter flowed out from the crack in the door.

Click click click.

The old woman walked out of the house with difficulty, her eyes showing unspeakable fear, and she couldn't help but murmured: "Who am I?"

She fell to her knees and touched her face with her hands in wonder.

"Who am I? Where am I? It hurts, my body hurts..."

At first glance, it looked like the old woman had awakened her consciousness before she died, but the more Li Mo looked at her, the more it looked like she had awakened from sleep.

Perhaps the mindless bodies bred in the tombs and sword tombs were once living people?

Just like the sword ghost in the bronze mirror.

The old woman's sane state lasted only ten minutes, and she soon became confused again, digging up soil and stuffing it into her mouth.

After a while, the sound of bones colliding could be heard all over the old woman's body.

Her flesh and blood began to collapse, blood flowed from her mouth and nose, her bones folded over each other, and her screams made even Li Mo's hair stand on end.

Under Li Mo's gaze, the old woman turned into a bench.

The wooden texture of the bench was like flesh and blood, and blood beads condensed on the dark red paint, falling motionless in the corner of the courtyard wall.

"The body became a sword ghost after death. No wonder the number of sword ghosts in the grave is so exaggerated."

If the accumulation continues, the tomb will explode sooner or later. After all, even in the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs, the number of forbidden artifacts is limited.

Li Mo's eyes flickered.

He looked at the bench for a long time, and after confirming that there was no sword demon within half a meter, the cancer cells quietly crawled into the bench.

Just looking at the structure of the bench, there is no trace of something strange at all.

Li Mo summoned the corpse mountain and used the magic weapon to take away the bench. As soon as the bench fell into the small world of the corpse mountain, flesh and blood immediately began to grow.

In just a few breaths, a 100-meter humanoid sword ghost rampaged through the mountains.

Fortunately, the sword ghost could not reach the Nascent Soul stage and was quickly suppressed by Li Mo. He was imprisoned in the Trapped Sword Platform to study whether there was a way to restrain himself.

"If we want to avoid causing any disturbance, we can only collect all the sword ghosts within a certain range."

"But the problem is that there is no way to tell the strength of the sword ghost. If it is the Night Wandering God, the small world of Corpse Mountain will be reduced to ruins."

After hesitating for a long time, Li Mo had no choice but to give up.

Carrying out trouble in the Graveyard Sword Tomb is undoubtedly seeking death. Fortunately, it is not without gain. At least it proves that the Sword Trap Platform is still useful.

Li Mo waited silently in the house, while the graveyard and sword tomb looked like celebrating the New Year, with festive lights and colorful decorations everywhere.

He found that the so-called recruitment of disciples was most likely related to preaching and teaching.

"Another group of lonely ghosts, reenacting the dramatic changes in the world?"

The sound of the old man's wailing gradually disappeared.

The nearby courtyard became empty, except for a large number of strange furniture.

Li Mo took the opportunity to collect a few pieces and unexpectedly found a beast-like Taoist body inside. Unfortunately, after being swallowed by the Great Wilderness Immortal Body, it still did not cause qualitative changes.

The town was completely plunged into a weird and inexplicable carnival.

Fragmentary memories also emerged from the Book of Creation in Li Mo's mind. They were almost exactly the same as the scenes at the graves and sword tombs. They should have come from a period of drastic changes in the world, when the world went crazy.

The smell of blood permeates the air.

There is no building at the location of the Taoist temple in the town. Instead, an alternative altar has been built with more than a thousand statues of gods placed on it.

Mortals lost their minds and cut off their own eyes and threw them to the altar.

Then there are the limbs.

Broken meat is everywhere, and spiritual energy is overflowing.

Only mortals with independent consciousness can avoid the impact. They hide in their houses and dare not go out, just like Wumen City during the great changes in the world.

Through the Dongshen Dharma Eye, Li Mo noticed that the aura of the strange things had become restless.

Moo~

Yang Niu's cry rang in his ears, followed by Lu Yuan's cold whisper, "No matter what method you use, kill all the sword ghosts."

Li Mo's pupils narrowed.

The sky above the Tomb and Sword Tomb is shrouded by thick clouds, which means that there is no free entry and exit.